REGRET

Where are you hiding?
Dew which blanketed the morning,
When the spring wind came,
I had lost my passion,
Led me to the collapse,
Even the world that praise my elegance,
Feeling so disappointed, weeping bitterly.

In a lament that echoed,
As if the silence of the night stifling,
Only a small shriek drugged the soul,
I'm getting smaller in it.

If tears can no erase the wounds,
Then, what's the meaning of the pain I feel?
As if it led me into eternal darkness.

RONIN

My heart isn't yours,
My love was only an illusion,
Enchantment I have was a fantasy,
A narrow world with no rules.

The feeling was debilitating,
It makes me sick disgusting,
Strength is death,
Till you have not to feel the pain.

Ah, white heaven passed slowly,
In between the crying sky,
The longing leave immediately.

DEADLY

Seconds passed,
Regret distinguished tears,
End of the absence oppressive chest,
Dreams cornucopia from my both hands.

Between the shadows of false,
My faith wavered,
No matter would desire on hold,
Soul stained by sin.

Ah, the gloomy crescent,
Its light was bouncing on wet ground,
The room I already prepared for you,
Remain empty.

UNDER THE MOONLIGHT

By the sounds that break the silence,
I'm gone with the wind tonight,
Sowing memories above expectations,
Against unstoppable destiny.

The signs of pseudo,
Appearing in between the pain I feel,
Black clouds shrouded frantic,
Implying emptiness.

My time is almost come,
Will you there?
Standing to greet me with open arms,
So I can return home.

PERISH

And all the forgiven merely illusion,
No time for you anymore,
Redeeming the stain of sin,
Mourning in the echoing cries.

Forgetfulness misleading,
blinding the glistening eyes,
like the light in dreams,
Blinding.

Rules without power,
bristling among the greedy soul,
God stayed with no word,
you fall asleep until dawn.

Ah, the eroticism of life,
The days are gone gone rusty,
At the end of the street where time waiting,
And all hope is a distant memory.

SOUNDS OF SILENCE

Stringing words over rainbow,
Rugs made from red silk,
Holding hope that glowing,
These hands can no more grab it.

Bated breath,
Desire held by reality,
I tried to drive slow,
Embrace the joy in silence.

Painting on obsolete canvas,
Described deep anxiety,
Heart tormented by passion,
Eventually faded, ignored.

This morning was so painful,
Until the limp body crouched,
Holding all the sorrow,
But still you no care.

Oh, magnificent images,
Go quietly,
Toward a brilliant seasons,
On top of the hill,
Where you were born.

TIME PASSER

Faded,
the clouds hung in the sky,
quiet,
march-wine with silence.

Feeling that withered away,
wrap the soul,
imprisoned indefinitely remorse,
wailing under the auspices of drizzle.

Flat with no overflow,
quiet morning turned,
heart melt with dew fragrant,
walking slowly with indifference.

The red light I longing for,
slowly fading in the dark,
The story of the past which follow,
allow me not to forget everything.

PASSED

Step choked,
passed without turning,
winding labyrinth misleading,
the long wait...

Earth spins slowly,
waiting in day and night,
seduction of clouds invading,
the sky remains motionless wordless.

In the sparkling eyes,
soft morning light neglected,
under the roaring rain,
longing crying hiding.

Ah, fate is so complicated,
all the flavor growing quickly,
easily melted in a flash,
fade-in between seasons passed,
bound by a sense of loss.

THE END OF THE KING

disappeared with time,
muffle the cunning ambition,
like living in a dream,
torned and dead.

thoughts drift between fantasy,
silence atmosphere built on ruins,
shadow that stoned the wisdom,
untouchable, invincible.

ah, unmatched passion,
pulled me into a puddle of tears,
indeed the wounds I created by my sword,
I can no heal.

FRAGRANT SPRING

a magnificent moon,
on the throne of the king,
unlimited sky,
beaming in early spring.

stunning brilliant night,
glowing in the white grass,
time slowly passed,
through glazed eyes.

dancing star,
proclaim the happy news,
through the wind blowing softly,
which reluctantly stop overnight.

feeling that abandoned,
I picked up again,
with full attention,
summarizes the scattered pieces.

stringing up hope that withered,
back to the precious time,
until I woke up in an intoxicating dream.